The Sun King's Evidence

"I know what you want to do."

Before Araloth could finish Leman Russ's words, the wood elf hero interrupted him: "But I want to tell you that the effect of the fog of trickery is not as good as you think."

"That's what I imagined?" Leman Russ was stunned for a moment.

The Space Wolf's throat began to purr again. He was very irritable, very irritable. Leman Russ felt powerless about everything. The Space Wolf Primarch was just yelling and smashing. The only time he had felt this powerless was during the Horus Heresy and the reading of Guilliman's obscene Codex, which resulted in a huge quarrel between the two Primarchs.

"Do you think that the Fog of Deception can allow you to sneak into the camp of the Chaos Army and give you a one-on-one chance with the Eternal Chosen God of Chaos, the Black Iron Motkin?" Aralos shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, Mr. Wild Wolf, the fog of trickery is not as magical as you think."

"Isn't it as magical as you think?" Butcher King Agrim Iron Fist also asked: "What can this thing do?"

"The Mist of Trickery is a divine object given to me by Radria. This thing can allow me and my army to quickly escape from the battlefield in an emergency." Aralos took out a large purple bottle from behind. It is filled with the divine power from the wood elf mist goddess Ladelia: "To put it simply, the mist lady gave it to me to allow me to retreat or change the battlefield situation at a critical moment, not for me to take the initiative to attack. If you are looking for a chance to showdown with the champion among the armies, the fog of trickery cannot be used during the day, and if there are too many enemies, or if there are strong people disrupting the wind of magic, the fog of trickery will be ineffective."

"Furthermore, the duration of the fog of trickery is about thirty to forty minutes. The specific situation depends on the wind of magic and the speed of advancement. This time is not enough for you to kill Motkin." Araloth sat on the steps at the door of Bull Castle. He said to Leman Russ: "You don't think that if you give you thirty minutes, you can find Motkin among a hundred thousand Chaos army, and then find Motkin among hundreds of thousands of Chaos troops. Will the Chaos Champion, Chaos Chosen, and hundreds of Chaos Chosen warriors escape unharmed?"

The Wolf King felt a chill in his heart.

Although Leman Russ has a ferocious face, tall and mighty stature, and a wolf-like temperament, when it comes to the combat effectiveness of the original body, he is not only inferior to the first-tier Horus, Ferus, Sanguinius, Angron and others are not as good as the second-tier Petrabo, Fulgrim and Jonson. He is exactly the same as Guilliman, Vulkan and others. At the level of the third echelon, in terms of close combat, Russ's strength is not considered top-notch.

The most powerful thing about the Space Wolf Primarch is his unity with his descendants. The unique wildness, cunning, and boldness of his character make him one of the most charismatic leaders, and the Emperor himself. The spear he was given, and now the Dionysian spear on his back.

But Russ knew that he was not Angron, he was not that good at group fighting, he couldn't do it.

"So, there is nothing we can do?" The Primarch, who was enveloped in a deep sense of powerlessness, also sat down. Leman Russ sat on the steps in front of the Bull Keep and sighed softly. One breath.

The sky in the Oster Territory is as gloomy and simple as when he first came here. The endless years of fighting in the subspace have made Russ understand too much. He even knows too much taboo knowledge and what should not be done. to understand the content.

But as long as he was for his father, as long as he was for the emperor, Russ never regretted his reckless actions. He knew very well what kind of turmoil Fenris would face after losing him. He also knew very well that losing his guidance, his The children will be so sad and disappointed, and even do many reckless things.

The Primarch of the Space Wolves couldn't help but laugh, just like Oleg, this idiot, you went to burn down someone else's hometown, why can't they come out and burn down your hometown? Just like he burned Prospero, the hometown of Magnus, an idiot who knew how to play witchcraft all day long, Magnus will definitely go to Fenris for revenge as long as he has the chance.

But who hasn’t been young? Leman Russ recalled his turbulent past. He looked at the snowy scenery of the central mountains. The air was cold. On the west side of Wolfenburg was the famous Drakwald Forest, which was covered with white snow. There have been too many famous battles left on the rising central mountain range. The mountain peaks are like wolf's teeth, devouring countless flesh and blood, whether it is the enemy's or human's own.

In this way, Aralos, Agrim and Leman Russ sat in front of the Bull Castle, looking at the scenery in the distance. All the noise seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Outside the city, tall and magnificent forests cover up too many tragic scenes. The ruins of villages, towns, castles and manors have long been covered by forests. The traces of war have gradually been erased by time. Charlemagne's empire was once so glorious. , but eventually fell apart in the Three Emperors Era. The imperial people who fought on their own were defeated again and again. Especially those once prosperous and glorious towns, strongholds and villages near the Central Mountains gradually declined and collapsed in the long tug-of-war. For the unrecognizable ruins in the forest, civilization has lost to barbarism again and again.

But the Osters are so stubborn. They are still holding on to their land and defending it, like a group of extremely stubborn bulls. They have guarded the northern frontier for the empire for three thousand years. Russ is here Having lived and lived there for some time, the Wolf King knew that as long as the Osters lived, their glorious deeds and stories would continue to be passed down, the bards would sing about their sacrifice and greatness, and the bonfires would roar under the eaves. When it burns, the air will be filled with the aroma of barbecue and beer, and people will sing ugly songs.

Those heroes who died in battle will come alive in stories and songs.

The Wolf King vaguely recalled a conversation he had with a Wolf Guard.

“The story of the wolf needs to be remembered forever and generations of people will be here to listen and learn from it.”

"Yes, I will save these stories for you, sir." The young wolf guard said respectfully: "They are all in my mind, don't worry."

"Very good, this is our soul. I can't take care of the Sons of Fenris forever. One day, when I leave, those stories will still be passed down, and new stories will be added."

"How is this possible? How could you leave us?"

"It will be possible."

"How is that possible? Could it be that, just like this time, we are ordered to punish the Thousand Sons Legion?"

"This is not the first time this has happened, kid." Russ couldn't help laughing loudly, his laughter full of sadness: "Tools must have the awareness of tools."

Looking back, my life was really a failure.

I didn't take good care of my children and let them suffer the pain of mutation again and again.

I failed to prevent each brother from going astray.

I also failed to protect my father and Ferus.

Guilliman can write holy scriptures and deal with internal affairs, Vulkan can do research, Dorne can carry out construction, and Clarkson can also sneak! Even the youngest brother, Ryan Macado, was able to help resurrect his father.

So what did I do?

Achieved nothing, failed completely.

"What are you laughing at? You can still laugh at this time?" Butcher King Agrim Iron Fist's words interrupted Russ's memories. The dwarf king also laughed: "Hey, Mr. Wild Wolf, Russ? Can I call you that? Speaking of which, you are also a man. You know that there is little hope, you know that you have to face the difficulties, you know that there are difficulties and obstacles, and you also plan to try to solve the eternal choice? What a commendable courage. , almost as good as a dwarf!"

"Tch, wait, I will let everyone know how tough and powerful Islay is." Aralos checked his equipment. He counted the ninety-eight feather arrows in the quiver: "Speaking of which, Little Short Legs, what are the numbers and names on your little piece of paper?"

"Oh, this is what Thor Green gave me." The Butcher King thought to himself that he had nothing to hide at this point: "This is a list of famous lords and generals in the world, and the last three numbers are They are ability evaluations, from low to high, from 0 to 6. If 0 means that the person is an idiot and mentally retarded, he can do nothing but make things worse. If 6 means that his ability is the best in the world and is trustworthy. , comparable to Gruni, Grimnir, and Varaya."

"The first number is the internal affairs ability, the second number is the diplomatic ability, and the third number is the evaluation of the comprehensive personal strength and military ability." The Butcher King explained: "This is the ability of many famous figures in the old world. In terms of evaluation, there are people like Knight King Ryan, Purple Phoenix Fulgen and friends of the dwarves with 666 evaluations. Of course, there are also people like Elector Helmut who have 112 and Sisi Mei-Fat Heart (the owner of Mutt’s election empire). Such 120 stupid X.”

"So that's it, then why are there an * after the third 6 in Lane and Fulgrim?" Leman Russ also became interested.

"As I said before, the third 6 represents the comprehensive evaluation of military command ability and personal strength. To put it simply, well... if both military ability and personal strength can be given a 5, the combined score will be a 6. "The Butcher King nodded a little depressedly: "But if the military ability and personal combat power are both rated as 6, then it should actually be rated as 7, but we dwarves will only give ourselves a 7 rating, humans and pointed ears. The maximum limit is only 6, so Sol Green marked it with an asterisk here to remind me not to treat it as an ordinary 6."

Alaros's face was full of black lines, and he thought to himself that the damn dwarf would rather mark it with an asterisk than give it a 7, right?

And there is no list of Eisley? I suspect you are discriminating against us, Eslay!

He vaguely saw the (real) Belegar, the King of the Eight Peaks, 435

"Very good. If we advance, we will die, and if we retreat, we will die. Why don't we give it a try." Aralos was severely reprimanded by Lilith for the last time he had an affair with the dwarves. His temper was greatly restrained. The wood elf hero still maintained his extremely strong temper. His attitude was arrogant but no longer sharp: "It's almost nightfall, and Chaos will probably come to the city at dusk the day after tomorrow."

"Wait! What did you say?" Russ suddenly caught something, and the Wolf King immediately said to Aralos: "Say it again? The last sentence!"

"I said, it's almost night!" Alalos repeated.

"The last sentence!"

"The army of Chaos will attack Wolfen City around dusk the day after tomorrow!" Alalos repeated impatiently.

"Twilight the day after tomorrow... dusk the day after tomorrow." Leman Russ stood up and paced back and forth a few times. The wolf king's amber wolf eyes gradually glowed with hope: "Maybe, it's still not too late!"

"Yes, maybe, it's still too late!" After saying that, Leman Russ stood up directly and rushed towards the Bull Castle: "If Oleg is smart enough..."

"???" The Butcher King and Aralos looked at each other and quickly followed: "What are you planning to do?"

"I'm going to Herzig to find Lane's reinforcements! Only Lane's army can save Wolfenburg!" Leman Russ said firmly: "This is the only hope!"

"Are you crazy?" Alaros stopped in front of Leman Russ impatiently: "How far is Herzig from here? One hundred and fifty kilometers! The Chaos army will arrive from the afternoon to evening the day after tomorrow. Attacked! How much time do you have?"

"Me? I don't need to take long." Leman Russ motioned for Araloth to step aside.

"Yes, you may be able to break out of the siege by relying on your own ability, but how fast can Ryan's army move out?" Aralos impatiently felt that the Wolf King was really crazy: "The human army can only march at a speed of twenty in a day. About 100 kilometers, assuming Ryan's army can rush to get there, it will only be 80 to 100 kilometers at most. This is already the limit of human beings! This is completely too late!"

"This is the only way, Pointy Ears, give me your fog of trickery!" Leman Russ stretched out his hand towards Araloth again, and the Wolf King showed his teeth. His fangs were shining in the dusk. Reflection under the setting sun.

"But..." Aralos was still hesitating.

"Give it to me!" the Wolf King roared: "If you still want this city to be saved, if you still want the 380,000 soldiers and civilians here to have a chance to survive! If you want Chaos not to cross the Talabek River, don't If we attack the door of your hometown! I am the only one who can convince Ryan to send troops immediately and come at full speed, because he and I are brothers, and he trusts me, just like I trust my father!"

"???" The Butcher King and Aralos both had question marks on their faces. How could this mean that Russ was Ryan's father?

The expression on Araloth's face was uncertain. The Wood Elf hero knew that if he handed over the Mist of Deception to Leman Russ, it would be difficult for him and his personal guards to retreat from Wolfenburg!

But...but, I can't let Lilith be disappointed in me anymore! The wood elf hero thought painfully.

Finally, the Fog of Deception was handed over to Leman Russ, and the Space Wolf Primarch held it in his hand: "How to use this thing?"

"Open it and pour it towards yourself. When the thick fog hides you, it will start to take effect!"

"very good!"

"Hold this city, hold on! I will lead Ryan and his army on a rapid march to support Wolfenburg!"

The gates of Wolfenburg opened wide, and under everyone's bewildered eyes, Leman Russ flew out of the city and disappeared into the wilderness and forests south of Wolfenburg.

"Now, we are the only ones left, Pointy Ears." The Butcher King watched as Ruth's figure quickly disappeared from sight.

"Yeah, short legs." Aralos smiled: "I have a proposal."

"explain."

"How about we compete to see who kills more? In the name of Kunos."

"Oh, Grimnir, that's a great idea. Let's compete!"

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